This is a song about "Call of duty black ops"

The black clone of slim shady

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That’s my call of duty

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Big homie hov said i am close

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Killed her like i'm special ops/

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost